Lyrics When They Are Gone (for Tim) - Jamie T

When They Are Gone (for Tim)

Yeah I’m alright
I’ll deal with the Sticks and Stones yeah
City’s quiet tonight
It better be or else I’ll show it
A fucking good fight
I feel like the city deserves shit
For taking a life
A talent that I tried to nurture
It’s a sick sick place with no antibiotic
We tried to calm it down but it carries on chaotic.
Its a big brick now through the window of his office,
Taking from the wall that the Kids bounced on it
When they are gone,
You know the memory lives on
Im in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals
When they are gone,
You know that the memories live on
Sat in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals
I said I’m alright
Sitting with my sticks and stones yeah,
Slightly uptight
As every escape tunnel found before we dug it
It’s a sick sick day with no money in a pocket
You try to turn it back but there’s no way you can stop it
It’s a sick trick played by a city with no comment
I tried to lead the way but the city always stops it
When they are gone,
I know their memory lives on
I sat by a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals
When they are gone,
You know that their memories live on
Sat in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals
When they are gone,
I know their memory live on
I sat by a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funeral
When they are gone,
Know that their memories living on
Said I’m in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals
When they are gone,
I know their memories live on
I sat by a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funeral
When they are gone,
Know that their memories live on
Sat in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals